Bored. Bored and frustrated. How on Earth could he be bored and frustrated? With Randy Man's Playbook in his possession, Draco should have been the most pleased and satisfied person in the school. The reason he wasn't, he once again blamed on the damn Weasley bint. He'd underestimated her reaction to his revenge. He had expected fury, but not the determination that she had to find the perpetrator. The red-headed harpy was staring down every male in the school, stalking and interrogating some that looked too suspicious.
Draco wasn't afraid of her, per say, but he did go back to being cautious. Overly cautious. Every evening he sat on his bed, hidden by his bed curtains, and read through the Playbook. He needed to find something that would raise no more suspicions. There were several that he could have chosen from, but he was so sour that he wasn't using the more physically satisfying ones that he ignored the lesser.
A chorus of guffaws momentarily broke him from his thoughts and he glanced across the team showers where Crabbe and Goyle were laughing at their new young keeper, who seemed to be shivering. Draco didn't even have to ask. It was Crabbe and Goyle's initiation - a warm shower turned suddenly to cold slush. Some might argue that as team captain, it was his place to do something, but he didn't care in the least. In the past, he himself probably would have orchestrated something for them, perhaps more creative, but it just seemed droll. He didn't want to mess with his teammates, didn't even want to head practices; what he wanted was a girl.
Randy Man's Playbook was supposed to be the answer to his dreams and fantasies. He was desperate to mess around and get laid. Really laid; not like what happened between him and Pansy. Merlin, that had been a soul-crushing disappointment. "Get the girl wasted," Pucey and Montague had advised him. Yeah, Pansy and Draco both got wasted. He could hardly keep it stiff and she passed out part way through. She didn't even remember in the morning, so he didn't tell her. What a first time experience... He wanted a do-over, but for that he needed a girl. He needed to forget about Hogwarts' general female population and focus in on one. The problem was: which one? He had gotten a peek under most girls' skirts, but it wasn't the view he'd hoped for.
A yelp and the sound of taunting by the benches pulled Draco's attention again. All six of his teammates were snapping each other with towels. How droll.
"Don't hurt the new kid too badly," Draco admonished. "We have practice again tomorrow and he's going to need to be able to move properly."
The third-year, rather than look appreciative, gave his teammates a smug look.
"He can still function if his arse is tender," Draco added. "Don't need that to block goals."
The third-year's eyes widened. Draco turned from the scene and towel-dried his hair, blocking out the shouts and howls of laughter. He was in a room filled with naked blokes when all he wanted was one nude female. Draco paused as an idea struck him. Why settle for one nude female when he could get a good look at them all?
Sweet Salazar, yes. Draco's latest choice in spells was far more rewarding than the silly Vanishing Knickers charm. It was more salacious and had a near zero percent chance of being caught. Starkers Vision - that's what Randy Man called it. The name was exactly what it said it was. One could see directly through all layers of clothing without Vanishing a thing.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table with his eyes on the door of the Great Hall. He chose a seat near it, yet far enough down that people wouldn't likely notice him unless looking directly at him. Even then, his line of sight was natural; it wouldn't draw any suspicions if he kept his eyes on the door almost the entire time. His eyes were practically glued on it.
He'd arrived at breakfast early that morning so to get a good seat and also to get a look at as many girls as he could. The exercise that morning was, unlike the Vanishing Knickers, was not a game so much as an assessment. Draco wanted to move on from the general female population and focus on one girl. The question was: which girl?
Sex and intimate play was coming, but he'd have to work up to that and he didn't just want to select a girl at random. It was far too risky and he didn't want to make a choice that looked appealing at first glance only to be disappointed when clothes were stripped.
Susan Bones. She was an example. Despite being Hufflepuff, Draco considered her one of the more beautiful girls in school, that is, he had before. She had great eyes, a pouty lip, hair that'd make any girl jealous, and a sway of her hips that caught just about every boy's attention. Once uncovered, she was far too skinny for Draco's taste, and much to his surprise, she stuffed her bra. It was the most unbelievable concept to him. She actually placed something in her bra that made her breasts appear larger than they were. It was mind blowing. He'd never considered the possibility, but it appeared that many girls did. Well, many of the younger girls did. It was mostly second and third years, girls that were just beginning to develop and want the boys to start taking notice.
Yep. That was where the spell went wrong. There was no selection of targets with Starkers Vision. He saw all underclassmen and blokes that walked through the doors, but his attention never lingered. Skipping right over all undesirable figures seemed to happen automatically.
During a lull of traffic, Draco turned his attention back to his breakfast and his tactical selection of girls. The first that had come to mind were the Greengrass sisters. It was an unspoken agreement amongst the male population that both Daphne and Astoria were two of the most beautiful girls in school. On top of that, the fact that they were Slytherin was appealing. It was also what got them crossed off the list.
Slytherins were out. They were proud, cunning, vindictive, and easily offended. He knew that he could make it happen with one of them, but at what cost? No, Slytherins were dangerous ground. Still, the image of the sisters sauntering in side-by-side that morning would be good material for a wank later.
The Patils. They were another set of bodies he'd love to get become better acquainted with. The delectable expanse of copper skin that stretched over a perfect set of curves, their dark exotic eyes, and the teasing hidden smile in the corners of their mouths. Merlin, if only Parvati wasn't a Gryffindor... He couldn't have her. She was a gossip that lived in the den of self-righteous prats. There's no way it wouldn't get out after just one encounter. Her twin sister, Padma, of Ravenclaw, would be a serious consideration if it weren't for the fact she was identical. One mix up with Parvati would mean that scuffle with the pride of lions.
Draco was starting to get frustrated. No Slytherins and no Gryffindors. Half of his choices plus Susan Bones and Eloise Midgen were out of the running. His cock was beginning to harden as more and more tempting bodies streamed into the hall, but every single one was crossed off the list for one reason or another. Many of them were simply because he just didn't want them. His hopes had been high, but these girls, no matter how pleasing on the eyes, he just couldn't imagine having a go at. He wanted passion and excitement and none of his options gave him that spark of desire he was looking for.
His frustration was quickly turning to silent fuming, but it all swept away in an instant. Draco paled and gagged, ready to spill his breakfast. He'd stopped being careful again and it made him wish that he'd never cast the spell in the first place. Professors McGonagall and Sprout had just stepped into the Great Hall, giving Draco a full on view of their wrinkly, saggy bodies. He could and had tolerated a lot for the sake of the sexy girls that walked in, but this image was scarring. They were downright disgusting. He'd turned away immediately, but the vision was still there in his head and he was ready to retch. Leaping from his seat as soon as the Professors passed him, Draco made straight for the door. Just as he was close, he stopped abruptly by another shock. Another set of feminine curves was blocking his path and they caused his jaw to drop. If there was a standard for perfection, this body was it. Legs for days, a set of hips that begged to be clung to, a stomach that begged to be kissed, and the most perfect set of breasts he'd ever laid eyes on - not too large or small, perfectly rounded with pert nipples that stared right at him. He'd never been so tempted to reach out and palm them, just to see how they fit in his hands.
Draco squeezed his eyes closed tight and felt ready to retch again. Granger. Who the fuck would expect that Hermione Granger was hiding all of that beneath her school robes and frumpy Muggle attire? Salazar save him. Why did it have to be Granger? Anyone, but Granger. He desperately needed a wank after looking at that, but there's no way he'd allow himself to think of her while doing it. He desperately needed to pick a girl... and quick.
Patience, dear readers. I promise that interaction between Draco and Hermione is coming and though chapters aren't as frequent as I'd like, they're coming.
I had a hard time with this one. I wrote chapter 3 and didn't like it so I did it over, completely changing it. So... what do you think?